Roots and Reminiscing

Today was a glorious spring day in the good ole' Valley. Since I had to work yesterday and didn't get my usual day off, I decided to stay home from BSF today and spend some quality Jesus and me time. We spent most of the day in the yard pulling weeds. April is a very busy gardening month with all the clean up and dirt readying that needs to be done. We talked alot as I pulled out those stubborn dandelions and sprayed the hole where the roots were with 'Weed Be Gone'. Even though I tried hard to get all of the root, I am afraid that many of the same weeds will be pulled up again next week or next month. As I pulled out a stubborn weed, I thought about how sin is very much like weeds. Unless we get ALL of the root out, it won't be long until it pops it's ugly head above ground again. I wish there was a simpler way. But just like getting rid of weeds in the garden or yard, it takes effort to search out the sin, locate the root, get a good grip and yank it on out! Still, you could actually avoid getting rid of the weeds and just mow over them. Maybe you'd be the only one to know they are in the yard. Similarly, we can continue to overlook the sin lurking in the 'pretty' part of our lives and possibly be the only earthling to know it's there.But it IS there and keeps us from the beautiful growing fellowship we can have with Him. Lord, search my heart and show me if there is any wicked way in me........I want it gone.
We also talked about what He was doing this time, oh so long ago, after His resurrection. These next 40 days were spent with the disciples and showing Himself to many people before His final assent back to Heaven. After those days of supernatural proof, my Lord returned to His Father to be returned to the glory He so rightly deserves. Now He sits at the Father's right hand, talking about me...being my advocate... interceeding for me...What an amazing thought.
What a day it will be, when my Jesus I shall see......can't wait.....and hope it isn't long!

Life in Perspective

Well, I have spent nearly every free moment of the past five days doing some ( and some more, and more, and more) painting at our church. Pastor Danny made an off hand comment that he wanted to get the church spruced up last Sunday during the message on our 'vision' and boy, did a few of us women run with that! Monday started out fun but by Friday, after three different run-ins with paint issues, it really wasn't so fun any longer. In fact, I had become somewhat quiet and bothered by the whole thing-well embarrassed really.
Painting wasn't exactly the way I had planned to spend this day. I wanted/needed to spend some quiet time with my Jesus on this special day of remembering His sacrifice for me. Then, on my way home from the fourth or fifth trip to the paint store, I began to realize and reflect that this inconvenience of changing my plans, is NOTHING in comparison to what Jesus went through for me. So, after confessing my prideful attitude for being so upset that everything didn't work out like I wanted, I did spend some time (albeit while rolling on drippy paint) to talk to Him and thank Him for loving me and calling me into His family.
Because, Easter is my favorite holiday!! Although, I hate calling it a holiday. I prefer remembrance/ celebration of the Resurrection. After all, without Jesus raising form the dead, Christianity would be just another self-serving religion. Thank you, Lord Jesus, for suffering for me, for dying for me, for raising again for me and for the blessed hope of Your soon return! See ya soon!